// think of the sun that shaped them //
Lena’s frequency into the Climb wasn’t very often; here and there, when she had the inclination or information to go wandering and meandering. Never without a purpose, of course, for the Caretaker’s time was limited between responsibilities and duties, but curiosity and exploration were noteworthy exploits too.
Having already jotted down some fyrhund antics, she’d roamed further into the Crust, where she’d only been for Tanau’s limbo contest before – an amusing affair, with things weren’t as solemn or pressing. But the sounds of other movements and motions enticed and lured her attention; for they certainly weren’t animalistic.
Approaching further, it became apparent that it was the pirate captain, mining away at something within the rock. Not wishing to disturb her, the Caretaker continued to slip by, quietly and politely, with a generous wave. “Hello again.” She would’ve asked the Ancient if she needed any assistance, but the woman seemed to have things well in hand.
Having already jotted down some fyrhund antics, she’d roamed further into the Crust, where she’d only been for Tanau’s limbo contest before – an amusing affair, with things weren’t as solemn or pressing. But the sounds of other movements and motions enticed and lured her attention; for they certainly weren’t animalistic.
Approaching further, it became apparent that it was the pirate captain, mining away at something within the rock. Not wishing to disturb her, the Caretaker continued to slip by, quietly and politely, with a generous wave. “Hello again.” She would’ve asked the Ancient if she needed any assistance, but the woman seemed to have things well in hand.
Lena
// the speck of truth that's ours //
